One word is calm.

To read the uncut version, go to [p𝘢wread.com].

This vast and majestic sentence, this is the first time, and the only time that Yuan has seen the appearance of that person's eyebrows flying, it is the first time he understands what it means to be the true first cultivator of Shen Zhou.

The talisman turned into a stream of light, entwined around the short sword.

Zhang Jiao exerted all his strength to cut it down, and the powerful and incomparable aura of the true dragon instantly shattered.

Then,

Yuan saw that in the shattered aura, it turned into small dragon beasts, fierce tigers, in this dim and heavy illusion, the scene was magnificent and vast, making people involuntarily lose their minds, as if the world was changing color.

The collapse of the Great Zhou's aura gave birth to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

And this will inevitably give birth to a brilliant era that can rival the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period lasted for a long five hundred years.

And this time, these brilliant figures will appear in just a few decades, with heroes and heroes standing side by side. Even in the vast five thousand years of Shen Zhou, it will be a very bright era. At the same time, in the palace of Luoyang, the Ling Emperor, who was only twenty-seven years old, suddenly fainted without warning for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

And he passed away just five years later.

The Han Emperor never regained his former power.

Yuan didn't know any of this. He just stared blankly at the brilliant light coming and going, feeling shocked. Suddenly, the Taoist in front of the light swayed and fell backward. As he fell, the dispersed aura burst out in all directions of Shen Zhou like brilliant starlight.

Yuan supported Zhang Jiao and saw the flowing light burst out in all directions of Shen Zhou.

One of the soaring dragons brushed against Yuan's hand as it flew past, lightly touching the scales.

And this time, Zhang Jiao fell seriously ill.

He could hardly stand, barely ate, and Yuan took care of him by his side, watching the young Taoist waste away bit by bit. One day, Zhang Jiao suddenly felt very good, ate a bowl of porridge, and even ate an egg, but Yuan had a very ominous feeling.

Zhang Jiao asked Yuan to fetch the "Taiping Essentials."

He caressed the book, which he had reworked, in silence for a long time, then suddenly opened it and tore out the pages related to slaying the dragon's veins, throwing them directly into the fire. Yuan was shocked and instinctively reached into the brazier to grab them, but Zhang Jiao stopped him.

This action made Zhang Jiao's condition worse, and he coughed violently.

The young man hurriedly pounded Zhang Jiao's back, but at that moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Several pages were swept up by the wind and flew out of the room. Yuan was surprised and ran out to find them, but suddenly saw a fierce wind sweeping across the ground, causing the pages of the Taiping Essentials to fly far away. With the young man's speed, he couldn't catch up at all.

Zhang Jiao looked a little tired, gazing into the distance in silence for a long time, saying, "Forget it, it's the will of heaven..."

He handed the remaining Taiping Essentials to the young man and said softly, "Take it. It contains all the Taoist knowledge I have learned in my life, including the heavens, the earth, yin and yang, the five elements, disasters, and immortals..."

The young man knew his physical condition and said, "Master, I don't have the talent to learn all this."

Zhang Jiao smiled and reached out to pat the young man's head, saying softly, "It's okay. If you can't learn it well, then take on a few more disciples and pass on this knowledge to them. If this knowledge can help one of them pacify the troubled times, that would be best. The study of celestial phenomena and yin and yang has some use..."

The young man fell silent for a long time and nodded earnestly.

Zhang Jiao said, "Your body is inherently weak, so you must take good care of yourself in the future. Originally, this burden should be given to Bai Qi or A Yan, but thinking about it again, they have the kind of character that rises to power, and I'm afraid it's even more unsuitable."

He lay on the bed and murmured, "The world is about to be in chaos, but this chaos started with me."

"Actually, it's a bit ridiculous. As a Taoist, I couldn't leave behind a complete legacy. As a Han person, I broke the dragon's veins of the Great Han, and I wanted to cure the sick and save people, but I ended up causing more deaths. But I think, to die quietly in a corner without making a sound is even more intolerable."

"Yuan, do you think that after breaking the dragon's veins, there will be a ruler who cares about the lives of ordinary people? If there is, you should go find him. If it's not possible, farming and growing vegetables would be good. With a few acres of land, you can live a good life."

"In fact, I still hope that you will find a few disciples, open a Taoist temple to cure the sick and save people, and then raise the young Taoists, teach them Taoism, medical skills, and so on. When the young Taoists grow up, they can go out to cure the sick and save people, bring peace to the world, open another Taoist temple, and take in a few more young Taoists..."

"In fact, let me tell you, I'm just a fraud."

"I told them about the golden age of the Yellow Sky, but I don't know what it looks like, and I don't know if there will be a real era of peace in the future."

Zhang Jiao smiled and patted the child's head.

"Don't starve to death."

The young man looked up, tears streaming down his face.The young Taoist squinted his eyes and slowly began to doze off.

Finally, he murmured the last words of his life:

"Master is tired, let's take a nap..."

……………………

Zhang Jiao passed away.

Liu Niu and Zhang Liang rushed back, after experiencing a bloody battle. Liu Niu looked much more aggressive, and he looked at the silent young man holding the Nine-section Staff, reaching out to ruffle his hair without saying a word. Zhang Liang commanded the Yellow Turban Army of Jizhou.

Following closely behind was the army from Huangfu Song.

Even Ah Yuan had to go to the battlefield. In this Guangzong area, Liu Niu patted his head and handed him a long spear, or rather a long lance, saying, "You're always so weak, but it's okay. The battlefield is different from one-on-one combat. Simple movements may not be useless. Follow me and learn."

He held the spear in both hands, thrusting forward and then retracting.

Simple movements, yet filled with a strong killing intent.

Yuan nodded and diligently practiced these movements. He had to survive. He had to find the true heir for his master, passing on all the skills of the time, place, and the art of manipulating the elements. He thought of the elegant azure dragon at the time when the fortune of the Han Dynasty collapsed, feeling a bit absent-minded.

He received a slap on the head from Liu Niu.

He had no choice but to continue practicing diligently.

Huangfu Song's army quickly arrived and surrounded Guangzong City. A major battle was about to break out. These were the elite forces of the Han Dynasty, and within Guangzong City, there were only the Yellow Turban Army of Jizhou who initially followed Zhang Jiao. Despite this gap, Zhang Liang held on firmly.

The mourning soldiers will win.

Even though the opponent was no longer Zhang Jiao, but Zhang Liang.

The elite forces led by Huangfu Song still couldn't capture the city after more than a month, nor could they defeat the isolated Yellow Turban Army. However, at this time, Tang Zhou, who had been rewarded for betraying the Taiping Tao, once again rushed to Huangfu Song's camp.

He was dressed in luxurious silk, accompanied by carriages and horses, eating fine delicacies and drinking aged wine. He was surrounded by beautiful women, living a life of luxury.

He requested an audience with Huangfu Song, claiming to have a plan to defeat the Yellow Turban Army.

Only then did Huangfu Song see this former disciple of the Taiping Tao, inquiring about the plan. Tang Zhou knelt on the ground and said, "I have heard that the bandit leader Zhang Jiao has died of illness in the camp. As the saying goes, mourning soldiers will win. At this moment, a strong attack on the Yellow Turban bandits is bound to fail. But there is also a saying, 'One vigorous effort will do, then decline, and finally exhausted.'"

"General, you might as well close the camp tomorrow and not go out."

Huangfu Song raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

Tang Zhou whispered, "Zhang Jiao has been dead for over a month, and after continuous battles, he has not been buried."

"Tomorrow, they will definitely find a way to bury him, even if it's just a simple funeral. The Yellow Turban soldiers will be extremely sad. Exhausted at night, the general can then attack before dawn and achieve victory in one strike."

Huangfu Song looked at Tang Zhou with a cold gaze.

Tang Zhou flattered, "It's just for the sake of our Han Dynasty."

Huangfu Song nodded slowly, "…Thank you."

"If this plan succeeds, it will be thanks to you."

After a while, Tang Zhou walked out grandly, showing composure and indifference. He paid no attention to the soldiers around him. But after walking a few steps, he suddenly heard the sound of a strong wind in his ear. An arrow flew directly through his hair bun, causing his face to turn pale. When he turned around, he saw a young man in red clothes, with an air of arrogance, casually holding a bow.

Tang Zhou recognized this person and left in a panic.

Beside the young man in red, a handsome young man in armor frowned and said, "Aman, what are you doing? This is a military camp. How can you be so unruly?"

The young man in red said carelessly, "I just don't like it."

"Betraying your teacher and ancestors, seeking glory by selling out friends. If I catch you one day, I'll find a reason to kill you."

"Zhenjun, can you really tolerate this person?"

The arrogant young man snorted coldly, "How can he catch my eye?"

The young man in red laughed and pointed at the young man, "It's really you!"

……………………

On that day, the Han army closed the camp and the Yellow Turban army finally couldn't bear the grief. They buried Zhang Jiao in Guangzong, the place where the Taoist had once pulled them out of the black abyss, but now he had left earlier than them.

A strong sense of grief lingered in everyone's hearts.

Under this sadness, the exhaustion of the lone army facing the elite forces led by Huangfu Song for a month finally erupted. Everyone fell into a deep sleep, including Ah Yuan. He fell asleep and suddenly remembered when he was very young, the Taoist who smiled with dimples on his cheeks and handed him a chicken.

He was suddenly awakened.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was raging flames, billowing smoke, the clashing of weapons, and the sound of flesh being torn apart. The young man was stunned, and a soldier in Han attire swung his weapon heavily towards him. His movement suddenly stopped, and then he fell to the ground in panic. Liu Niu rushed in, looking flustered.He told Ah Yuan that the Han army took advantage of the deepest sleep before dawn to launch a surprise attack.

They must break out immediately.

Ah Yuan carried his master's nine-section staff, wrapped the Taiping Secret Art in an oil cloth in his arms, and followed Liu Niu to try to break out. Liu Niu was a fierce general who had been honed on the battlefield. He carried a knife and a long spear in his hand. Even in a cloth battle, this long-handled weapon had greater power.

The young man saw his martial uncle, Zhang Liang.

He wanted to say something, but Zhang Liang patted his shoulder heavily and grinned.

Then he ran forward, laughing loudly:

"General Ren Gong is here, who dares to take my life?!!"

Ah Yuan was pulled by Liu Niu and ran towards a small path.

Guangzong City is not big, and the surrounding environment is a bit chaotic, which gave them the opportunity to break out. There was a river next to it, and the sound of rushing water could be heard. Liu Niu's big hand pressed the young man's hair, making him lower his head. With the light of the torch, the fire in the camp was already bright enough. The Han army chased after them.

The Yellow Turban Army here is only a part of Jizhou.

There is also a part of the family members.

Compared to the Han army, they are at a disadvantage.

Ah Yuan widened his eyes and saw the Han army gradually approaching. He saw the floating bodies with arrows on them in the river. Even if they escaped into the river, they would be shot by the Han army who heard the sound of water. In front, there were at least a hundred Han soldiers, maybe even two or three hundred. Liu Niu lowered his voice and said:

"Keep your voice down, cover your mouth, let's sneak away quietly."

Ah Yuan nodded, obediently covering his mouth and carrying the nine-section staff on his back.

The uncle raised him from a young age, and he has always trusted Liu Niu.

Just as he was following what Liu Niu said and retreating, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. He widened his eyes and saw Liu Niu's long-handled weapon that should have been alerting him to the front, but instead, the spear handle struck him. He saw Liu Niu getting further and further away from him, and saw himself being thrown into the river.

Liu Niu turned around, reached out with a big hand, and directly pulled off the Yellow Turban from the young man's head.

Splash—

Ah Yuan fell heavily into the water, and the sound he made attracted the attention of the Han army. He struggled to swim over, but he couldn't fight against the swift current of the river. The Han army suddenly shouted:

"Found it, there's a leader of the Yellow Turbans here!!"

"Come here!"

The sound echoed far away, followed by the dense sound of footsteps. Liu Niu tied the Yellow Turban in his hand to his arm, holding a spear in both hands, looking angrily ahead, and roaring:

"Come, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, the commander is here!!!"

The young man widened his eyes in the river.

No...

No!

Liu Niu held a spear in both hands, standing on this narrow path alone. His strength seemed to be inexhaustible, and the spear in his hand kept stabbing and killing the enemy. He glared ahead, the Yellow Turban from the brothers of the Baize family danced fiercely on his arm, like an unextinguished flame.

He stood alone here, but it seemed like there were brothers and comrades standing beside him. He gritted his teeth—

Come, let's fight side by side again!

Come, let's pave the way for the children!

Come!!!

It's unknown how long passed.

With a clang, the weapon hit the ground, and Liu Niu breathed heavily. There were more than thirty Han soldiers' bodies lying around him, and even a general. It turns out that it's really uncomfortable to fight unprepared at night, and the best weapons can break after killing more than thirty people.

The surrounding Han soldiers hesitated and dared not approach.

Around this somewhat simple-looking man, someone growled softly: "Quick, he can't hold on! There are Yellow Turban bandits behind him, and he's protecting them. He must be an important person, that's a great military merit!"

With a pfft, the broken spear was thrown and pierced the young general.

Liu Niu slowly stood up, his armor shattered, arrows stuck in him, his eyes bloodshot. He drew a knife from the side, held it in both hands, propped it on the ground, gritted his teeth and roared:

"How can I let you pass!"

"Someone, stay!"

The fierce aura on the battlefield made the Han army dare not approach.

The sky was already bright, and with the sound of footsteps, a hundred-strong crossbow team was called in. Liu Niu stood upright, and he killed another person with a knife. Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air, subconsciously looked up, and saw countless arrows flying towards him like a dark, oppressive rain.

In that instant, his thoughts froze and slowed down.

It seemed that even the speed of the arrows falling had slowed down, and the morning light fell on the exquisite arrows. Under the cold steel arrowheads, the arrows appeared yellow in the sunlight, densely packed—

Just like the wheat in autumn when he was a child.

The steel tore through the flesh, and blood flowed.

Liu Niu still widened his eyes.

Standing in place, the sunrise reflected in his eyes, and the blood-stained Yellow Turban danced in the wind.

................

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, not knowing when. He sat quietly in the quiet room, in front of him was the nine-section staff, and the sandalwood next to it had burned out. He reached out and looked at his palm, which was clearly close but not clear, just extremely blurry.He opened his mouth, as if looking for a reason.

"Why..."

"That's just the past, not my experience, not Wei Yuan's experience."

"But why, the influence of the true spirit..."

Wei Yuan wiped away his tears and stood up in a mess. He thought of familiar faces, but suddenly felt an extreme pain in his heart, almost unable to stand up straight. He staggered and half-knelt on the ground, his face pale. A familiar voice came to his ears:

"Little guy, why are you still so sickly?"

"This won't do."

It seemed like a large hand was rubbing his head and pressing down on it.

He raised his head, but there was no one there.

Finally unable to control his tears, Wei Yuan knelt on the ground in the quiet room, suppressing an incredibly painful voice. He suddenly remembered the scene that flashed through his mind when he obtained the jade dragon.

King Zhou Mu hoped to obtain the elixir of immortality from the Queen Mother of the West, but was refused.

King Zhou Mu asked, "Didn't you say you were devoted to me? Why can't you give me immortality?"

The Queen Mother of the West of that generation softly said, "I cherish you, that's why I can't."

"Because immortality is the cruelest curse in this world."

PS: The second update today... Thank you to the leader of the Light Singing Alliance, thank you~

Four thousand eight hundred words.